Pilot Part 3
Hana's POV
I sighed as Dean turned into another gas station. Damn, his car has terrible gas mileage. This has to be the fifth or sixth stop.
I looked at Dean's back. I'd won the right to shotgun through rock, paper, scissors against Sammy.
As he shut the door behind him, I said a little something that seemed to piss him off.
"Hey, Dean. Your car might go a little longer if it weren't a rusty go-cart."
Sam looked up from his laptop in alarm. Rae furrowed her brow. She doesn't know the unspoken rule yet, though.
I smirked at Dean's reaction. He completely stopped, turning back to glare at me lethally. Perfect.
He casually walked around to my side of the car. "Get. Out." I gulped. I knew that he wouldn't take very well to the insult, but I didn't think he would get so... Physical.
I slowly opened the door, stepping out and closing it again. I had to look up at Dean because he still had me by a couple of inches. "Breakfast is on you, sweet cakes." He winked without smiling.
I sighed. I'd expected worse. "Fine. What do you want?"
Dean smirked at me coldly. "Wine. Cheeseburger. Fries. Milkshake. Beer."
I rolled my eyes. I don't have money for all that. "Dean, I can't pay for all that! I'm a hunter, I don't make much money!"
"Sure you can. Either entirely for breakfast, or give me a lap dance. And, if you refuse to do eipayther, I dump you off. Right here, right now."
I narrowed my eyes, grumbling before taking out my wallet and starting towards the lousy gas station.
As I walked away, I felt a light smack on my rear. I turned, furious, to see a smug Dean. "Stop it!" I snapped, stomping angrily into the store.
I grabbed the things Dean had wanted, feeling my jaw drop as I caught sight of the total. Grunting, I flicked out my credit card (courtesy of my newest credit card scam) and slammed it down on the counter, letting my pissed-off-ness show.
The clerk nervously swept the card in the reader, fearfully handing it back to me. I felt bad, but my anger at Dean trumped my guilt for snapping at the kid.
Snatching the bag from the counter, I exited, letting the wind shut the door instead of slamming it manually. After all, I didn't want to freak out the poor clerk any more than he was already.
I sashayed up to Dean, shoving the bag at his chest. "Next time you want someone to spend so much money for breakfast, look in your own wallet first!"
As I walked away, he gripped my forearm. He raised an eyebrow. "You insulted my baby. No one insults my baby without punishment." He winked cheekily. "You got off lucky, Babe."
I practically growled, ripping my wrist free from his grasp and getting back into his car, slamming the door heatedly. "Don't call me babe, asshat!"
Dean poked his head in through the back window, winking at me before turning his attentions to Rae and Sam, who were both curiously silent. "You want breakfast?"
I jumped on the opportunity. "Yeah. How about a bag of chips and a soda?"
Dean laughed. "Wasn't asking you. You don't get breakfast."
My mouth dropped open. "Hey, I paid for that!" I protested, lunging back to grab at the bag. Dean easily dodged, ducking back out the window.
I let an exasperated sound slip out of my lips as I struggled to get back in the front seat. I was halfway draped over it, stuck between the seat and the low ceiling.
I grunted, trying to shift back into the front. A slap came at my rear, and Rae giggled at my predicament. "Dean! Go to hell!"
"Thanks, Sweetheart, I love you, too."
Sam spoke up from the back seat as I successfully got myself unstuck. "No, I'll be fine without breakfast. So how'd you pay for that stuff? You and Dad still running credit card scams?"
I sent a glare at Dean and beat him to the answer. "Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career."
Dean cut me off before another word left my mouth. "Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards."
I laughed then, because we all knew that John and Dean most likely used fake documents and charm to get the deal done.
Sam fought back into the conversation, looking amused. "Yeah? And what names did you write on the application this time?"
Dean, always the forgetful one, took a second to glance down at the credit card, squinting to make out the name. I snickered, trying to be subtle.
"Uh, Burt Aframian. And his son Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal."
I looked back at Sam and Rae, attempting to gauge their reactions. Rae was looking out the window, lost in her own thoughts. Honestly, I was a little relieved. If she'd caught wind of how we got money, she would most likely flip her lid. Sam was preoccupied, Dean's box of cassette tapes sitting in his lap as he shuffled through them.
Sam looked up at Dean as he got in the car, raising an eyebrow at his older brother. "That sounds about right. I swear, man, you've gotta update your cassette tape collection."
Dean looked up at Sam, confused. "Why?"
Sam's tone was calmly skeptical. "Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two." He grabbed one of the tapes, reading the handwritten label. "Black Sabbath?" He threw that one in the box, snatching another up. "Motorhead?" He again went through the process of discarding the previous and picking up another. "Metallica?" Dean, who had apparently had enough, reached back and took the tape, examining it. Sam continued, starting to smile. "It's the greatest hits of mullet rock!"
I laughed, covering my face with my hand as my laughter grew obnoxiously. Dean frowned at me. "Shut up, Hana. We both know you love the music even more than I do." He turned his attention to Sam, ignoring my giggling. "Well, house rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music, back seat shuts his cakehole."
Dean threw the tape back into the box on Sam's lap and reached forward to start his car, grinning madly as the engine roared to life.
An indignant protest came from the back seat. "You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old." Dean rolled his eyes, cranking up Back in Black to drown out his brother. Sam, however, continued, frowning at the volume of the music. "It's Sam, okay?"
I looked back at him, bursting out laughing again as Dean answered with a smirk on his face. "Sorry, I can't hear you, the music's too loud!"
I found myself smiling back at him.
